For the Traffic Managers

(in agencies everywhere, people will understand)

I do not like to work all night

I do not like to look a fright

When I awake with hair all scary

Seeking caffeine laced with dairy

I want my baggy eyes to be

Because I partied late

In good company

And not because of your status report

Or other spread sheets of that sort

If your own shit you’d kindly organize

We could all get on with our lives

Instead at 2am I twitch in and out of sleep

A Wrung out, strung out, nervous heap